A/N Recently I have become obsessed with the Ouran Host Club and this little plot bunny just popped into my head and wouldn't let go. Yes this contains LEMONS so readers beware. If you don't know what that means, you probably shouldn't be reading this. Also, this story is not named after the Boyslikegirls song; however the title will make more sense later on.

The Twins Aren't the Only Ones That Know,

Two is Better Than One

Haruhi thought back to yesterday in the jungle when Mori-senpai had gathered her in his arms as they went to search for Hunny. His arms were warm wrapped around her, and despite the muggy heat from the jungle, it was strangely comforting. His muscles stood out in stark relief against her, tense with worry for Hunny. His chest was firm against her side and she had wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself. This had brought her face quite close to Mori's, and she was startled to realize that he was in fact, rather handsome. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, which shone with concern. Usually his stoic demeanor made her unsure of how to react to him, but now she wondered at the fierce pounding in her chest…

"Earth to Haruhi!" The twins chorused, upon noticing their classmate was in a daze. "Looks like Haruhi's daydreaming."

"Wonder what she's thinking about to make her drool like that?" Hikaru questioned snidely.

"Maybe it's fancy tuna," Kaoru suggested, successfully yanking Haruhi out of her trance.

"Fancy tuna! Where?"

Later that day…

"Why are we at the beach again?" Haruhi asked her fellow club members.

"You are the one who wanted to be here, correct?" Kyouya pointed out as he scribbled in his book.

Oh yeah, Haruhi remembered, I did say that.

"Now, time to get you into your bathing suit." The twins coerced, pushing Haruhi into a changing room larger than her dining room at home. Two women were posted inside to ensure that she came out looking like a girl.

Well, Haruhi thought looking in the mirror, it could have been worse. She stepped outside, where the sun was sparkling behind her, and she took in the expressions of her fellow host members.

Kyouya looked disinterested as usual, the twins were sporting wide grins and Hikaru tossed a wink at her. Tamaki on the other hand, appeared to have fainted.

"Haruchan! You look so cute!" Hunny squealed.

"Uh, thanks Hunny-senpai," Haruhi let a small smile grace her face. Hunny had an adorable smile adorning his equally adorable face, but Mori's reaction was the most surprising. He was blushing! It was a faint blush, but the others noticed it nonetheless.

"Does Mori have a crush?" Hikaru teased. This effectively woke Tamaki up from his puddle on the ground. Averting his eyes, he thrust a grey sweater at her; it was even baggier than the one he gave her last time. When she put it on, it practically swallowed her. She looked at the sweater, then back at Tamaki.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Not again," groaned the twins in unison.

"We even picked out Haruhi's swimsuit ourselves," Hikaru added.

"It emphasizes Haruhi's flat stomach,"

"And the ruffles disguise the fact that she's flatter than the plains of Narnia."

"Thanks you guys. I am standing right here you know." She murmured sarcastically.

"No problem!" They looked at each other with identical smirks plastered on their faces before turning back to Haruhi.

"She's still wearing it," Kaoru stage-whispered to his brother.

"Maybe she needs help taking it off?" Hikaru suggested mischievously, rubbing his hands together.

"Uh, umm, what are you doing?" Haruhi spluttered as the twins advanced on her, demonic grins stretched across their impish features.

"Get away from Haruhi you shady twins!" Tamaki vaulted up in front of her, much to her disdain.

"No offense senpai, but this sweater is too hot. We are on the beach after all."

"Oh," Tamaki blushed, "What about…" he scrambled around in search for something to cover up his precious little girl.

"Aha!" He held up a bright yellow-

"Beach ball?" Haruhi asked confused. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Cover yourself up. I won't have my beloved little girl flaunting her body on a beach full of perverts!"

"Uh, boss," Kaoru interrupted. "We're the only ones on this beach."

"Exactly!" He cried in exultation. "You are exactly the type of people I need to protect my precious daughter from!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hikaru demanded.

"Yeah. The only pervert here is you boss." Kaoru added.

"That is so not true! You two are twice as bad as me and," Tamaki's voice was getting all high-pitched again. Haruhi sighed.

"Here." Mori stripped off his shirt and handed it to Haruhi. It was a loose, lightweight thing that hung on Haruhi's lithe frame like a dress.

"Uh, thank you Mori-senpai," Haruhi responded in bewilderment. He continued to surprise her every day.

"Oh Haruhi! You look darling!" Tamaki gushed, but she wasn't listening. She was too busy fingering the thin cotton shirt, and trying not to stare at Mori's abs. They were quite…nice.

Inhaling deeply to straighten her composure, she became aware that she could smell him on the shirt. He smelled good too, and she couldn't help but want to hit herself over the head for the incredibly inappropriate thoughts she was having. No doubt Renge would be pleased…

Haruhi was abruptly jerked out of her daydreams by a cry of,

"WET T-SHIRT CONTEST!"

…

Well that was fun, Haruhi thought as she remembered how Tamaki had flung himself in front of her to protect her but being as graceful as he was, he had landed on his face…and on top of her.

"Pervert! Pervert!" The twins had sing-songed as they danced around them. Tamaki immediately jumped to his feet denying their accusations, his face as red as roses.

The rest of the day had gone pretty well, she mused as she stepped into the steamy heat of her bedroom's en-suite shower. Tamaki soon realized that he had forgotten her on the ground and when he offered her his hand to help her up, the twins had appeared on either side of her with mischievous expressions adorning their faces. They had liberally doused her with water until there was no point in wearing Mori-senpai's –now see through- shirt. Tamaki was horrified to see that the previously baggy shirt now clung enticingly across the lightly curved length of her body. He made her take it off immediately and she had draped it on a beach chair to had just hung it on the back of a chair in her room when they got back. I guess I should return that later, she reflected.

…

Meanwhile, the rest of the host club was setting up for dinner. The servants had been dismissed for the time being, so Mori and Honey prepared dinner. The table was set, the food was on the table and the only thing missing was Haruhi.

"Takashi. Go get Haruhi for dinner." Hunny told him. He nodded in affirmation and went down the hall to Haruhi's assigned room. Mori knocked, and the sound echoed within the cavernous room. There was no answer. Mori continued to stand there before calling,

"Haruhi?" There was still no answer. He felt his pulse speed up. Why wasn't she answering him? Maybe she was sleeping?

He slowly pushed open the door…

The sight that met his eyes caused him to reel back in shock.

"Haruhi?" He managed to gasp out.

Haruhi had just gotten out of the shower when she thought she heard a noise. Thinking it was the wind, which was howling quite loudly, she ignored it.

"Mori-senpai!" She shrieked, trying in vain to wrap the small towel around her damp body. It was too late; he had seen everything. "Get out!" She yelled, for he seemed to be frozen in shock. At her words, he snapped back to life and ran out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Haruhi dressed quickly, muttering in frustration when she realized her dad had gone and replaced all of her comfy clothes with frilly, girly things. She threw on a pink dress that highlighted the lively blush adorning her cheeks before making her way down to the dining room.

Mori sat down at the table, his features looked as though they had been carved out of stone. The other hosts were already seated.

"Are you alright Mori-senpai?" Tamaki asked in concern.

"Yeah Takashi, you look pretty tense." Hunny replied, his tone curious.

He nodded rapidly, trying his best to look normal. He needed a distraction. Something, anything, to avoid thinking about the fact that he had just seen Haruhi naked. He cringed. He was just not going to think about it. It would only make him more uncomfortable and he was already shifting in his seat as it was.

"Where's Haruhi anyway?" Hikaru asked.

"Yeah I thought you went to go fetch her Mori." Kaoru added.

Luckily or unluckily, Haruhi chose this moment to appear. She was wearing a pink dress that made her look delicate and pretty. It was strange to see their Haruhi looking like a girl. Everyone at the table save for Kyouya and Mori, looked notably pleased.

She took her seat between Tamaki and Hunny, avoiding eye contact with Mori as she passed him. He was seated to Hunny's right and therefore it was unlikely that they would catch each other's eye. Haruhi was utterly thankful for this, because she doubted she could look at him without blushing furiously.

Dinner was an awkward affair. Tension seemed to ripple in the air, although only the two of them realized where it came from.

"So Haruhi," Hikaru broke the earsplitting silence. "What's with the dress?"

"Oh. My dad must have gone through my suitcase before I left because he replaced all of my clothes with dresses and things. He's always encouraging me to dress like a girl."

"Yay dad!" The twins cheered.

Haruhi smiled, but she still felt so exposed. She wasn't naked anymore but it sure felt like it, especially without the security that her male clothes provided. So she sat quietly, devoured more crab than was probably healthy and fled to her room at the end of dinner. She laid down on her bed for awhile, nursing her aching stomach and thinking about what had happened with Mori.

In retrospect it wasn't so bad. He was the first guy to have seen her without clothes on… Maybe she was in shock too, because the more she thought about it, the less it seemed like something to make a big deal about. She really liked Mori, so who cared if he saw her naked. A small part of her felt a thrill at this realization but unfortunately his reaction made it hard to judge whether her feelings were reciprocated or if he was just nervous about seeing a girl naked. It was probably the latter, she thought sadly.

Haruhi looked up and spotted his -now dry- shirt hanging on the back of the desk chair. Well, she thought bravely as she picked up the shirt and headed down the hall.

There was only one way to find out.